There is Love in Me

There is love in me... The gentle kindness of two lovers kissing or the primal passion of a mother bear protecting her cubs. The gentle peace of a quiet brook with green leaves crowning the tops of trees or the loud and violent bloodlust of a wolf in the dead of night.

There is a silent love in me... The warmth of a gentle kiss under a full moon or the smell of the sun cascading in rays down my back. The silent trust that two lovers share or the awe inspiring silence of stars in the inky black of night as they watch over the rest of humanity in mute vigil. This silent love is in me because it was ingrained since the beginning of time, since the first chapter of Genesis, to try to understand and contemplate and love. 

There is an age old passion in me...  The love of an unseen God who lives over the hill, as old as the land itself. The obsessive need to live on my land and fight for it and protect it so that I can again feel the sun set on my back and on my shoulders, and see my fruits blossom one more time. This is in me because I need to protect and create what is mine and my kin’s.

There is a gentle peace and understanding in me... A quiet stream as it bubbles down the smooth rocks and stones of the brook to which it belongs. The sun shining through the green leaves of the towering trees to dance as light upon my face. A warm embrace with a loved one or a violin playing in the dark of night.  

There is a loud and savage bloodlust in me... A wolf in the dead of night howling at the huge moon, preparing to feed well. The constant rhythm of many feet thudding against the forest floor during a hunt. This is in me because this, too, is part of love and this, too, is a part of living. 

I’ve an abundance of love, under my ribs, where my heart lies, or in my head, where I think about all I am to do. On my lips, which speak the truth, or over the skin of my arms, which embrace.  I am made of love. This is what I have, and this is where I am going.